Convalescence (noun)- to regain strength after healing from an ailment or injury a wound shared. healed His forgiveness but a mind and body torn and a final trial [Grace au RP blog. first ever time rp-ing please be patient:’) ]
“hey i’m john, i’m however-long-i’ve-been-repenting-for-plus-30-something years old, and i’m roomies with the personifications of my sins. i’m also half blind. i’m always gonna win two truths one lie. lol”
[CURRENT EVENT: bedridden]
BARELY A WEEK SINCE I GOT HERE AND FUCKING SINS SORRY ASS WORMED ITS WAY INTO WHERE I AM AND SLICED ME UP LIKE A FUCKING DELI MEAT AND ALL I CAN TASTE IS VOMIT SND FRIUT AND I KEEP THROWING UP LITERAL TAR AND THE ENTITIES WON’T LET ME OUT OF BED BECAUSE I NEED TO “HEAL” OR WHATEVER I HATE SIN I HATE SON I HATE YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
…I apologise that this test of faith came from It. I cannot allow this to happen again.
[Hiiiii mod Pluto here!!! ^.^ this is my first ever time rp-ing so please be patient with any mistakes or bad etiquette!!!]
[This is the roleplay blog for the Convalescence au! As a brief overview:]
[John’s soul is finally cleansed of his sins and he can go to heaven! Almost. His run-in with a… CERTAIN ENTITY means he needs more time for his soul to regain its strength, which unfortunately means John isn’t ready for heaven yet. He also has a final trial of putting his lessons in practical use through redeeming the personifications of his sins + some other entities. So why not God multitask and put the entities and John in one big dollhouse?]
Tags:
#❤️🩹 visiting hours < anon asks
#👁️ monitoring < God’s part of an answer
#🌘 head of this hospice < mod Pluto responds
# 💉 rehabilitation < entity asks (excluding Sin, DISGRACE, PIHSROW, and Lapse)
#🐑 therapriest < Shepherd’s part of an answer (therapist??? Priest??? Hahahahahahahahah get it get it get it do you get it do y)
#🧸 emotional support creatures < goobers are in an answer!
#🔪 woohoo surgery time < extended conversation (there isn’t a scalpel emoji 😞)
#❌ complications < interactions with Sin, DISGRACE, PIHSROW, Lapse, or anything relating to John’s time in rOT/nedE
[Extras:
The entities are literally nice to John. None of them have memories of killing him other than the sins. Everyone else can only really pinpoint him as a “familiar face”
The start of this blog takes place one week after John has moved in with the entities.
John’s currently in this pocket dimension-esque area (name pending). All the entities + John live in one giant manor (slenderman’s manor type shit) The area has a very liminal feel to it, kinda like reality on low power
The entities are not the same as the entities in Grace. They were made by God and just so happen to bear resemblance to the Grace entities. The whole “stab that He feels” doesn’t apply to the entities since they were technically made in a state of sin, similar to when a baby is born (original sin of Adam and Eve)
John’s nerfed. No more trimping at Mach 5 pal. He does have better than average speed and stamina cuz. yknow. Eternal torture maze. But that’s double nerfed since he’s pretty physically injured
How is he talking to you guys, the anons? God dropped a pc in his room so he doesn’t go insane from no human contact ^_^]
“Teach, what’s with the medicore/hospitalcore aesthetic?” Good question timmy! I like it :)
This list will expand/be edited as more asks come in
Boundaries:
Flirting’s fine! Just don’t be too weird even if you’re rp-ing as the lust trio (“jork it John /silly” style asks are fine)
All asks will be answered, some might be answered as ooc if they aren’t respectful or too vague to answer in character
Magic anon asks are fine, encouraged even! Put that man in A Situation Just Don’t Kill Him Please
Fine with violence/gore, not fine with sexual asks. Dw I’ll tag whatever needs to be tagged
Don’t start an interaction with one word asks or by immediately teleporting John somewhere. Please have the manners to at least introduce yourself or the scene
I’m autistic, and I struggle with tone and vagueness, tone tags/emojis/emoticons are encouraged if you’re going to say something that can be interpreted in multiple ways
God is watching. 👁️
YJI QBB YJI VQKBJ YJI QBB CO VQKBJ MXO TYT Y BYIJUD JE YJI TUSUYJ. YJI IQSSXQHYDU MEHTI EV MHEDW MEHIXYF. Y TEDJ TUIUHLU JXYI EFFEHJKDYJO. MXQJ TEUI Xu IUU YD JXYI SEHFIU JXQJ YI CU. de. y xqlu je vehwylu coiubv. y xqlu je iuu mxqj Xu iqm... sqd oek xubf cu? fbuqiu?
Hi John :] I uh... Heard of your run in with... Anyways... I decided to bring you a bucket... And uh, a roll of anti-disinfectant gauze for ya injuries... If you need the gauze, I'm giving you the bucket either way.
They leave them a bucket within arm's reach and a roll of gauze by their nightstand (if they have one, which I kinda assumed they did)
anon (breath of life anon)
“guh…”
*Definitely very useful. He’d thank you but… he’s a little preoccupied.*
holy crap john are you okay after uh.... all that??
*You can presume it’s been a day or two since the incident. Bandages, ones much thicker than the ones for his minor injuries, cover the majority of his torso. His back’s too tender for him to lie on it, and God forbid he tries to put pressure on his fresh stitches, so he’s awkwardly lying on his side. At least that’s helping with clearing that gunk out.*
“what do you think??”
*He pauses, then sheepishly looks down.*
“ugh… sorry. i think that crap did something to my head…”
[Hiiii just checking, how long does it take for the smoke’s effects to wear off, and are there any withdrawal symptoms?]
(mod of @john-convalescence)
ehhh like a week ish, but your mouth will taste overly sweet for MONTHS
withdrawl symptoms would be shakiness, shortness of breath, difficulty sleeping, exhaustion, horrible nightmares of nedE, increased appetite, cravings for fruit and sweet things, and spiraling
you smell fruit, and the floor is beginning to be veiled behind a growing layer of smoke.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
*John paid no mind to the faint smell, presuming Carnation or one of its friends (family?) was passing by. The smoke brought a far greater cause for concern.*
*Even as he leapt for his lantern and held it closely to his chest, his heart stood firmly stayed sunken and his face very noticeably pale with dread.*
*He knew this day would come. He knew It’d come looking for him especially after what he did. But he was ready this time.*
*The smoke shimmered against the light of your lantern, like someone threw red glitter into the air.
Speaking of your lantern, it was starting to flicker out.
The instant you inhaled the smoke, your head began to spin. Sinful thoughts began to crowd your head.
Suddenly, a giant pitch black hand (invisible against the pitch black everything else) grabbed you, wrapping around your entire torso and pinning your arms to your sides, like you were no bigger than a rat.
Sins eye opened infront of you, pupil alone bigger than you were. They hummed.*
*The lantern soundlessly fell to the ground. There was still an ember, but nothing good enough to be useful.*
*Another yelp escaped him as the remaining pure air was crushed out of him. He initially thrashed against your hold, but froze as the smoke licked against his few exposed injuries. A numbing ache crept up his extremities, as if the smoke wormed itself into his bloodstream.*
*Speaking of injuries, your hand brushed against rough scars and cotton sheets presumably covering more severe wounds that were littered around his entire body. He looked like those dolls given to children in hospital to help them understand a procedure.*
*John stared determinedly. Expecting some horrible torture, presumably. But he was going to be okay- at least that’s what he told himself as to not give into his growing blind terror.*
*Suddenly, they slammed you to the ground, back pressed against what felt like hot coal. It was incredibly hot all of the sudden. Your mouth tasted sickeningly sweet, the taste of fruit wouldnt leave your mouth.*
" Lets reopen those old wounds, shall we? "
*You could see the scales shimmer on another claw, the smoke swirling around it.*
*That shut him up. He hissed as the coal began to dig into spine and shoulder blades. Tears pricked at his eyes, either out of fear or the overwhelming pain. Probably both.*
*He continued to spit out that liquid. Nauseating bile and sweetness and burning flesh filled his senses, he was definitely going to vomit if he didn’t get any fresh air.*
*It came to a light trickle upon you holding up your claw. What was coming was inevitable, but that didn’t stop him from muttering:*
*Your claw pressed against a heart-shaped stitch that extended from his collarbone to his navel. It was only partially healed, so it gave as much resistance as wet paper.*
*He grew increasingly pale. He dared not looking down at whatever mess you were making, but he couldn’t stand the piercing red of your eye either.*
*He kept twitching under your grip, nerves bracing for pain that didn’t come.*
*That mark. It was going for the mark, he came under the realisation. It couldn’t be unsurfaced itcouldn’tbeunsurfacedafterallHishardworkohGodpleaseno*
“waitwaitWAIT DON’T PLEASE DON’T- PLEASE YOU CAN’T- I CAN’T GO BACK PLEASE-“
*Considering the True nedE is their home, they sure do. They hummed, as they finally finished cutting and tore off your flesh to reveal what was underneath.*
" Disgusting, filthy creatures.
Your sinful desires course through your very blood, and no matter how hard you try, you'll never truly be rid of it.
*More tears rolled out of his eyes, mostly from bodily reflex than registering pain. There was far too much else going on for him to focus on the heat.*
“what do…”
*He gagged up more liquid smoke, this time it was thick as syrup. Whatever (or Whoever) was keeping him lucid was working overtime.*
*Liquid smoke grew thicker. Too thick to cough up. Too thick for it to run quick enough out of him.*
*His vision became spotty from suffocation.*
*With what little grip he has on consciousness left, he glared back. You want sin? Fine.*
*If he was going to direct wrath or hatred, it’d be at you. When he gets out of here, he’s going to get better and more holy just to spite your sorry ass.*
*At least- that’s what you could read from his expression. Bit hard to read the facial expressions of an unconscious person.*
you smell fruit, and the floor is beginning to be veiled behind a growing layer of smoke.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
*John paid no mind to the faint smell, presuming Carnation or one of its friends (family?) was passing by. The smoke brought a far greater cause for concern.*
*Even as he leapt for his lantern and held it closely to his chest, his heart stood firmly stayed sunken and his face very noticeably pale with dread.*
*He knew this day would come. He knew It’d come looking for him especially after what he did. But he was ready this time.*
*The smoke shimmered against the light of your lantern, like someone threw red glitter into the air.
Speaking of your lantern, it was starting to flicker out.
The instant you inhaled the smoke, your head began to spin. Sinful thoughts began to crowd your head.
Suddenly, a giant pitch black hand (invisible against the pitch black everything else) grabbed you, wrapping around your entire torso and pinning your arms to your sides, like you were no bigger than a rat.
Sins eye opened infront of you, pupil alone bigger than you were. They hummed.*
*The lantern soundlessly fell to the ground. There was still an ember, but nothing good enough to be useful.*
*Another yelp escaped him as the remaining pure air was crushed out of him. He initially thrashed against your hold, but froze as the smoke licked against his few exposed injuries. A numbing ache crept up his extremities, as if the smoke wormed itself into his bloodstream.*
*Speaking of injuries, your hand brushed against rough scars and cotton sheets presumably covering more severe wounds that were littered around his entire body. He looked like those dolls given to children in hospital to help them understand a procedure.*
*John stared determinedly. Expecting some horrible torture, presumably. But he was going to be okay- at least that’s what he told himself as to not give into his growing blind terror.*
*Suddenly, they slammed you to the ground, back pressed against what felt like hot coal. It was incredibly hot all of the sudden. Your mouth tasted sickeningly sweet, the taste of fruit wouldnt leave your mouth.*
" Lets reopen those old wounds, shall we? "
*You could see the scales shimmer on another claw, the smoke swirling around it.*
*That shut him up. He hissed as the coal began to dig into spine and shoulder blades. Tears pricked at his eyes, either out of fear or the overwhelming pain. Probably both.*
*He continued to spit out that liquid. Nauseating bile and sweetness and burning flesh filled his senses, he was definitely going to vomit if he didn’t get any fresh air.*
*It came to a light trickle upon you holding up your claw. What was coming was inevitable, but that didn’t stop him from muttering:*
*Your claw pressed against a heart-shaped stitch that extended from his collarbone to his navel. It was only partially healed, so it gave as much resistance as wet paper.*
*He grew increasingly pale. He dared not looking down at whatever mess you were making, but he couldn’t stand the piercing red of your eye either.*
*He kept twitching under your grip, nerves bracing for pain that didn’t come.*
*That mark. It was going for the mark, he came under the realisation. It couldn’t be unsurfaced itcouldn’tbeunsurfacedafterallHishardworkohGodpleaseno*
“waitwaitWAIT DON’T PLEASE DON’T- PLEASE YOU CAN’T- I CAN’T GO BACK PLEASE-“
*Considering the True nedE is their home, they sure do. They hummed, as they finally finished cutting and tore off your flesh to reveal what was underneath.*
" Disgusting, filthy creatures.
Your sinful desires course through your very blood, and no matter how hard you try, you'll never truly be rid of it.
*More tears rolled out of his eyes, mostly from bodily reflex than registering pain. There was far too much else going on for him to focus on the heat.*
“what do…”
*He gagged up more liquid smoke, this time it was thick as syrup. Whatever (or Whoever) was keeping him lucid was working overtime.*
you smell fruit, and the floor is beginning to be veiled behind a growing layer of smoke.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
*John paid no mind to the faint smell, presuming Carnation or one of its friends (family?) was passing by. The smoke brought a far greater cause for concern.*
*Even as he leapt for his lantern and held it closely to his chest, his heart stood firmly stayed sunken and his face very noticeably pale with dread.*
*He knew this day would come. He knew It’d come looking for him especially after what he did. But he was ready this time.*
*The smoke shimmered against the light of your lantern, like someone threw red glitter into the air.
Speaking of your lantern, it was starting to flicker out.
The instant you inhaled the smoke, your head began to spin. Sinful thoughts began to crowd your head.
Suddenly, a giant pitch black hand (invisible against the pitch black everything else) grabbed you, wrapping around your entire torso and pinning your arms to your sides, like you were no bigger than a rat.
Sins eye opened infront of you, pupil alone bigger than you were. They hummed.*
*The lantern soundlessly fell to the ground. There was still an ember, but nothing good enough to be useful.*
*Another yelp escaped him as the remaining pure air was crushed out of him. He initially thrashed against your hold, but froze as the smoke licked against his few exposed injuries. A numbing ache crept up his extremities, as if the smoke wormed itself into his bloodstream.*
*Speaking of injuries, your hand brushed against rough scars and cotton sheets presumably covering more severe wounds that were littered around his entire body. He looked like those dolls given to children in hospital to help them understand a procedure.*
*John stared determinedly. Expecting some horrible torture, presumably. But he was going to be okay- at least that’s what he told himself as to not give into his growing blind terror.*
*Suddenly, they slammed you to the ground, back pressed against what felt like hot coal. It was incredibly hot all of the sudden. Your mouth tasted sickeningly sweet, the taste of fruit wouldnt leave your mouth.*
" Lets reopen those old wounds, shall we? "
*You could see the scales shimmer on another claw, the smoke swirling around it.*
*That shut him up. He hissed as the coal began to dig into spine and shoulder blades. Tears pricked at his eyes, either out of fear or the overwhelming pain. Probably both.*
*He continued to spit out that liquid. Nauseating bile and sweetness and burning flesh filled his senses, he was definitely going to vomit if he didn’t get any fresh air.*
*It came to a light trickle upon you holding up your claw. What was coming was inevitable, but that didn’t stop him from muttering:*
*Your claw pressed against a heart-shaped stitch that extended from his collarbone to his navel. It was only partially healed, so it gave as much resistance as wet paper.*
*He grew increasingly pale. He dared not looking down at whatever mess you were making, but he couldn’t stand the piercing red of your eye either.*
*He kept twitching under your grip, nerves bracing for pain that didn’t come.*
*That mark. It was going for the mark, he came under the realisation. It couldn’t be unsurfaced itcouldn’tbeunsurfacedafterallHishardworkohGodpleaseno*
“waitwaitWAIT DON’T PLEASE DON’T- PLEASE YOU CAN’T- I CAN’T GO BACK PLEASE-“
*Considering the True nedE is their home, they sure do. They hummed, as they finally finished cutting and tore off your flesh to reveal what was underneath.*
" Disgusting, filthy creatures.
Your sinful desires course through your very blood, and no matter how hard you try, you'll never truly be rid of it.
you smell fruit, and the floor is beginning to be veiled behind a growing layer of smoke.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
*John paid no mind to the faint smell, presuming Carnation or one of its friends (family?) was passing by. The smoke brought a far greater cause for concern.*
*Even as he leapt for his lantern and held it closely to his chest, his heart stood firmly stayed sunken and his face very noticeably pale with dread.*
*He knew this day would come. He knew It’d come looking for him especially after what he did. But he was ready this time.*
*The smoke shimmered against the light of your lantern, like someone threw red glitter into the air.
Speaking of your lantern, it was starting to flicker out.
The instant you inhaled the smoke, your head began to spin. Sinful thoughts began to crowd your head.
Suddenly, a giant pitch black hand (invisible against the pitch black everything else) grabbed you, wrapping around your entire torso and pinning your arms to your sides, like you were no bigger than a rat.
Sins eye opened infront of you, pupil alone bigger than you were. They hummed.*
*The lantern soundlessly fell to the ground. There was still an ember, but nothing good enough to be useful.*
*Another yelp escaped him as the remaining pure air was crushed out of him. He initially thrashed against your hold, but froze as the smoke licked against his few exposed injuries. A numbing ache crept up his extremities, as if the smoke wormed itself into his bloodstream.*
*Speaking of injuries, your hand brushed against rough scars and cotton sheets presumably covering more severe wounds that were littered around his entire body. He looked like those dolls given to children in hospital to help them understand a procedure.*
*John stared determinedly. Expecting some horrible torture, presumably. But he was going to be okay- at least that’s what he told himself as to not give into his growing blind terror.*
*Suddenly, they slammed you to the ground, back pressed against what felt like hot coal. It was incredibly hot all of the sudden. Your mouth tasted sickeningly sweet, the taste of fruit wouldnt leave your mouth.*
" Lets reopen those old wounds, shall we? "
*You could see the scales shimmer on another claw, the smoke swirling around it.*
*That shut him up. He hissed as the coal began to dig into spine and shoulder blades. Tears pricked at his eyes, either out of fear or the overwhelming pain. Probably both.*
*He continued to spit out that liquid. Nauseating bile and sweetness and burning flesh filled his senses, he was definitely going to vomit if he didn’t get any fresh air.*
*It came to a light trickle upon you holding up your claw. What was coming was inevitable, but that didn’t stop him from muttering:*
*Your claw pressed against a heart-shaped stitch that extended from his collarbone to his navel. It was only partially healed, so it gave as much resistance as wet paper.*
*He grew increasingly pale. He dared not looking down at whatever mess you were making, but he couldn’t stand the piercing red of your eye either.*
*He kept twitching under your grip, nerves bracing for pain that didn’t come.*
*That mark. It was going for the mark, he came under the realisation. It couldn’t be unsurfaced itcouldn’tbeunsurfacedafterallHishardworkohGodpleaseno*
“waitwaitWAIT DON’T PLEASE DON’T- PLEASE YOU CAN’T- I CAN’T GO BACK PLEASE-“
you smell fruit, and the floor is beginning to be veiled behind a growing layer of smoke.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
*John paid no mind to the faint smell, presuming Carnation or one of its friends (family?) was passing by. The smoke brought a far greater cause for concern.*
*Even as he leapt for his lantern and held it closely to his chest, his heart stood firmly stayed sunken and his face very noticeably pale with dread.*
*He knew this day would come. He knew It’d come looking for him especially after what he did. But he was ready this time.*
*The smoke shimmered against the light of your lantern, like someone threw red glitter into the air.
Speaking of your lantern, it was starting to flicker out.
The instant you inhaled the smoke, your head began to spin. Sinful thoughts began to crowd your head.
Suddenly, a giant pitch black hand (invisible against the pitch black everything else) grabbed you, wrapping around your entire torso and pinning your arms to your sides, like you were no bigger than a rat.
Sins eye opened infront of you, pupil alone bigger than you were. They hummed.*
*The lantern soundlessly fell to the ground. There was still an ember, but nothing good enough to be useful.*
*Another yelp escaped him as the remaining pure air was crushed out of him. He initially thrashed against your hold, but froze as the smoke licked against his few exposed injuries. A numbing ache crept up his extremities, as if the smoke wormed itself into his bloodstream.*
*Speaking of injuries, your hand brushed against rough scars and cotton sheets presumably covering more severe wounds that were littered around his entire body. He looked like those dolls given to children in hospital to help them understand a procedure.*
*John stared determinedly. Expecting some horrible torture, presumably. But he was going to be okay- at least that’s what he told himself as to not give into his growing blind terror.*
*Suddenly, they slammed you to the ground, back pressed against what felt like hot coal. It was incredibly hot all of the sudden. Your mouth tasted sickeningly sweet, the taste of fruit wouldnt leave your mouth.*
" Lets reopen those old wounds, shall we? "
*You could see the scales shimmer on another claw, the smoke swirling around it.*
*That shut him up. He hissed as the coal began to dig into spine and shoulder blades. Tears pricked at his eyes, either out of fear or the overwhelming pain. Probably both.*
*He continued to spit out that liquid. Nauseating bile and sweetness and burning flesh filled his senses, he was definitely going to vomit if he didn’t get any fresh air.*
*It came to a light trickle upon you holding up your claw. What was coming was inevitable, but that didn’t stop him from muttering:*
*Your claw pressed against a heart-shaped stitch that extended from his collarbone to his navel. It was only partially healed, so it gave as much resistance as wet paper.*
*He grew increasingly pale. He dared not looking down at whatever mess you were making, but he couldn’t stand the piercing red of your eye either.*
*He kept twitching under your grip, nerves bracing for pain that didn’t come.*
*That mark. It was going for the mark, he came under the realisation. It couldn’t be unsurfaced itcouldn’tbeunsurfacedafterallHishardworkohGodpleaseno*
“waitwaitWAIT DON’T PLEASE DON’T- PLEASE YOU CAN’T- I CAN’T GO BACK PLEASE-“
you smell fruit, and the floor is beginning to be veiled behind a growing layer of smoke.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
*John paid no mind to the faint smell, presuming Carnation or one of its friends (family?) was passing by. The smoke brought a far greater cause for concern.*
*Even as he leapt for his lantern and held it closely to his chest, his heart stood firmly stayed sunken and his face very noticeably pale with dread.*
*He knew this day would come. He knew It’d come looking for him especially after what he did. But he was ready this time.*
*The smoke shimmered against the light of your lantern, like someone threw red glitter into the air.
Speaking of your lantern, it was starting to flicker out.
The instant you inhaled the smoke, your head began to spin. Sinful thoughts began to crowd your head.
Suddenly, a giant pitch black hand (invisible against the pitch black everything else) grabbed you, wrapping around your entire torso and pinning your arms to your sides, like you were no bigger than a rat.
Sins eye opened infront of you, pupil alone bigger than you were. They hummed.*
*The lantern soundlessly fell to the ground. There was still an ember, but nothing good enough to be useful.*
*Another yelp escaped him as the remaining pure air was crushed out of him. He initially thrashed against your hold, but froze as the smoke licked against his few exposed injuries. A numbing ache crept up his extremities, as if the smoke wormed itself into his bloodstream.*
*Speaking of injuries, your hand brushed against rough scars and cotton sheets presumably covering more severe wounds that were littered around his entire body. He looked like those dolls given to children in hospital to help them understand a procedure.*
*John stared determinedly. Expecting some horrible torture, presumably. But he was going to be okay- at least that’s what he told himself as to not give into his growing blind terror.*
*Suddenly, they slammed you to the ground, back pressed against what felt like hot coal. It was incredibly hot all of the sudden. Your mouth tasted sickeningly sweet, the taste of fruit wouldnt leave your mouth.*
" Lets reopen those old wounds, shall we? "
*You could see the scales shimmer on another claw, the smoke swirling around it.*
*That shut him up. He hissed as the coal began to dig into spine and shoulder blades. Tears pricked at his eyes, either out of fear or the overwhelming pain. Probably both.*
*He continued to spit out that liquid. Nauseating bile and sweetness and burning flesh filled his senses, he was definitely going to vomit if he didn’t get any fresh air.*
*It came to a light trickle upon you holding up your claw. What was coming was inevitable, but that didn’t stop him from muttering:*
